Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
John Cale,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.